Hallow's-Eve Weekend

I came home for the first time in 3 weeks this weekend for Halloween. And because I had been going on a week without boxers. A.k.a. wearing athletic shorts under my jeans and then wearing those same shorts to bed. As uncomfortable as it was, I learned a valuable lesson: Don't be so frugal that you're not willing to spend $1.50 on washing your clothes. It's not worth the wait, lemme tell ya. It's like...working out in one shirt, taking a shower and then putting the same shirt on to sleep in, and then wearing that shirt under another shirt to school to the next day. For a week. Alright maybe that's a little exaggerated, athletic shorts are more manageable than that, but it was still nacksty. I just said nacksty out loud to make sure I spelled it right phonetically and caught a whiff of my breath after brushing my teeth. Now that was nacksty...

Maybe one reason is because of all the sugar I've digested in the last 12 hours. After restringing my dad's guitar and playing it for a good while, I was reunited with Rebekah, Emily, and Justin. But before I saw them I had eaten a fair share of Reese's, Skittles, Snickers, etc. Plus two large bowls of my mom's excellent chili (I had to have a second one because after I ate the first one I saw my dad eating one with Frito's in it, and I just had to have me some Frito's). We met up at Shari's for milkshakes, and I ended up drinking my caramel shake that just tasted like French vanilla to quote Justy, half of Rebekah's strawberry, and part of Emily's oreo. It ended up being like three full glasses. But apparently that wasn't enough, because when I got home I had some chicken wings and Kit-Kats while we watched Hocus Pocus. Classic. Not as scary as I remember, but thrilling nonetheless.

Yesterday I watched Ice Age 3. Everyone said it was the best of the trilogy, but I couldn't decide. The first one is amazing.

This morning I offered to take Carson to Wal-Mart to get an SD card for his DSi, and Cody to Taco Bell to get a free blackjack taco (didn't start giving them away till 6). I told Carson SD cards were only like five bucks, so he cleaned the bathroom to earn five dollars from my mom. Turns out they run about $12, so I took his five and paid for the rest myself. We don't have an adapter for our computer, so now someone has to buy him one. They're like another $12. If only I knew I could get 20 bucks for cleaning the bathroom when I was younger...I guess my mom did pay us 25 cents a spider and 10 cents for every fly we killed when I was a kid. That ended after we started leaving the doors open to let all the creatures of the world into our kitchen.

Well, today officially marks the beginning of No Shave November 2009. I'm all set, ready to go. I think this year will be more hopeful than the last, which lasted 18 days if I remember correctly. My beard wasn't as scrumptious as it is now and my stache...well, it will be as the French say, toujours dégoutant. I'm excited for Thanksgiving, although a face of scraggly hairs isn't exactly how I wanted to see my girlfriend for the first time in two months...eh, she'll get over it :)

Ramblin' Man out.

PB and Virtual Biking

I realize that PB can stand for a numerous amount of things, such as peanut butter, per barrel, lead, and pottery barn, but in this blog it could only mean pickle ball. I love all raquet sports, and pickle ball is no exception. Only it's a paddle and not a raquet. Same with ping-pong. Which I'm taking a class in next quarter. Anyway, I played pickle ball for the first time in like three years and it was amazing. I forgot how much I loved it. You know when like...you haven't done something in a couple years, maybe three, and you forget how amazing it is...? That's how it was with pickle ball, and I dominated my two tall friends, and this other guy I met who was really good. Except he actually ended up winning, but it was an awesome match and I think it was 14-12 in the end.

After a solid hour and a half of reliving my underclassmen P.E. days of high school, I decided that I still needed to work off the chicken cordon bleu I had for dinner last night. And the two tacos. And the wrap from lunch. So I parted with my friends and headed upstairs to do my new favorite thing at the rec center - virtual biking. It's this clever system where people from all over the place can create an account with a phone number for a user name. Then every time you go work out, you just sign in on this little TV screen and select one of over 30 courses, ranging from beginner to advanced cycling. It gives you the map of the course, so you'll know when the elevation is increasing and such. You can also set a speed for a pacer cyclist, and if you've done the course before your 'ghost' will bike the course again with you.

Basically it's a great work out, and my ear buds don't pull out of my ears like they do when I'm on the treadmill. Also I don't play air drum or air guitar or air bass as much as I do on the treadmill, which I was recently informed that it's quite noticeable.

After pushing and sitting up multiple times and dumb belling a little bit, I bought a delicious mango smoothie. Now for a dinner that I'll get to work off tomorrow!

Ramblin' Man out.

The SURC Pit Girls

Justin Jonson and I were just recently overly smothered in the likes of multiple overly hyper college girls. I know, two exaggerations in one sentence, how low can one go? Although they were only here for maybe 10 minutes, it felt like maybe 10 lifetimes. I've only been alive for a fifth of one lifetime, and I'm 19 years-old. It felt like a long time. They were loud, obnoxious, and touchy with one another. One of them was tickled off the sofa by another. She fell hard, and I can't say I wasn't amused. Because that would be lying. It took a great deal of effort to restrain the laughter that was building up inside of my entire body. I think what stopped me was the fact that she was also laughing. Immediately it wasn't funny anymore. I wanted the humiliation back in the atmosphere. It was gone, however, and I was left to slowly shake my head in Justin's direction. He showed we were sharing similar thoughts by repeating my actions.

Haven't eaten anything all day, still have to wait for another half an hour...maybe that's why I'm a little cranky. Maybe it's because I've had to pee since the end of my chem class at 2. Why haven't I peed? It seems silly to hold back on relieving one's self doesn't it...

I have no more plans for Halloween. I was planning on a road trip down to Provo, Utah for the time of my life, only to have those plans spit on, crumpled up, lit on fire, and had the ashes urinated on by both sets of Justin and my parents. It would've been awesome being the Mystery Kids, but now I don't know what I'm gonna do. Maybe I'll go home and have some of my mom's famous chili and eat my weight in various chocolates...I don't really wanna give them the time of day though seeing as they don't think I'm even responsible enough to make a 10 hour trip driving. Who knows, maybe I'm being stubborn and close-minded about why they couldn't let me take the car they bought with the money they got from my car they volunteered for the failed stimulus that was supposed to be Cash for Clunkers. Thanks Obama, now I can't see my girlfriend for another month. I am happy for my parents though, they needed an efficient car to drive the 20 minutes to and from work multiple times every day...

Not bad for my first blog I think, so I'll call that good for the day.

Ramblin' Man out.